wow, i've been very social today...
i had a conversation with this guy in the elevator that took me all the way to the el.
the el then whisked me away to belmont and clark where i tried to sell some of my clothes... the store i'd wanted to sell them to had already reached their limit for the day; i tried out another store, but they wanted to rip me off hardcore.. i bounced with my clothes still in my bag.
walking, walking, walking... on the fone with my barren drug dealer, a sign inside a store catches my eye; krs-one and kool g rap, along with a lot of local people that i don't really care to see, metro, oct. 15. oooooh yeh, i'd almost forgotten about that show!! kool g rap? hell mother fuckin yeh.
i was waiting for the bus when i saw this cute but shy little guy rocking a sg hoodie (his name is franky and he's new around these parts; go say hi.) after a brief discussion, my bus came.
the bus driver was a total dickwad.. i felt it from the moment i said hello; he gave me one of those uncomfortable, tight-lipped "smiles". i put my card in, and he's like $1.50. well, i should've had a transfer left, but apparently i didn't, and he wasn't going to be nice about it (frigid men aren't as nice to shaven girls as they are to those with lengthy hair; it's crazy how differently people will react to different hairstyles... at this point, i almost never want to wear my long wig anymore because the way people respond makes me more sick than the way they respond to my near-baldness.) so, with not a penny on me, i stormed off the bus and started walking.
half of a block past the bus stop, i realized that there was no way the card i'd used didn't have a transfer on it; i reached into my bag and found the card that i should've used on the bus. d'oh.
there was another bus coming, but i decided to take the train instead..
so, i'm walking down belmont toward the el, and i look up to see this guy i was down with from columbia sitting in sinbad's. no shit. i walked into the restaurant and was like "i can't remember your name... J or F." "joe" yeh, that was a real tough one. anyway, we talked for awhile, and he informed me of all these upgrades they're implementing in the midi lab. fortunately, even tho i'm no longer a columbia student, i have permission to use the midi lab. FUCK YEH! thanks, joe, i'll be seeing you around again!! (i swear, i used to see this guy every time i was in the music building... he was always there.)
blah, blah, blah.. i'm home; i wish i had herbals, but it's all good.
i think i'm going to go do something constructive.
piece.
i had a conversation with this guy in the elevator that took me all the way to the el.
the el then whisked me away to belmont and clark where i tried to sell some of my clothes... the store i'd wanted to sell them to had already reached their limit for the day; i tried out another store, but they wanted to rip me off hardcore.. i bounced with my clothes still in my bag.
walking, walking, walking... on the fone with my barren drug dealer, a sign inside a store catches my eye; krs-one and kool g rap, along with a lot of local people that i don't really care to see, metro, oct. 15. oooooh yeh, i'd almost forgotten about that show!! kool g rap? hell mother fuckin yeh.
i was waiting for the bus when i saw this cute but shy little guy rocking a sg hoodie (his name is franky and he's new around these parts; go say hi.) after a brief discussion, my bus came.
the bus driver was a total dickwad.. i felt it from the moment i said hello; he gave me one of those uncomfortable, tight-lipped "smiles". i put my card in, and he's like $1.50. well, i should've had a transfer left, but apparently i didn't, and he wasn't going to be nice about it (frigid men aren't as nice to shaven girls as they are to those with lengthy hair; it's crazy how differently people will react to different hairstyles... at this point, i almost never want to wear my long wig anymore because the way people respond makes me more sick than the way they respond to my near-baldness.) so, with not a penny on me, i stormed off the bus and started walking.
half of a block past the bus stop, i realized that there was no way the card i'd used didn't have a transfer on it; i reached into my bag and found the card that i should've used on the bus. d'oh.
there was another bus coming, but i decided to take the train instead..
so, i'm walking down belmont toward the el, and i look up to see this guy i was down with from columbia sitting in sinbad's. no shit. i walked into the restaurant and was like "i can't remember your name... J or F." "joe" yeh, that was a real tough one. anyway, we talked for awhile, and he informed me of all these upgrades they're implementing in the midi lab. fortunately, even tho i'm no longer a columbia student, i have permission to use the midi lab. FUCK YEH! thanks, joe, i'll be seeing you around again!! (i swear, i used to see this guy every time i was in the music building... he was always there.)
blah, blah, blah.. i'm home; i wish i had herbals, but it's all good.
i think i'm going to go do something constructive.
piece.
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maybe i'll go up there after school tomorrow w/ jon and make him go to eat somewhere w/ me. decisions decisions.
your day sounds like it was fun
my day, well,we wont go into that.